Like Jennifer Lopez herself, Peter Segal’s Second Act attempts to wear many hats.
Aside from its clumsy comic turns, the film’s chief problem is the basic conception of the lead character.
With age comes immaturity.
It’s clear that Jameel Khan cares deeply about the characters that populate The Strip, but most of them aren’t worth his, or our, time.
Postal is something more than a cult film.
Uwe Boll tries his hand at political/cultural satire with Postal and comes up with something smelling awfully similar to feces.
Political satires are plentiful, but I didn’t want to get overloaded with them so many worthy films missed the cut.
Scarcely earth-shattering, Sky High is still a better kiddie flick than Chicken Little.
The film is all about bullies, PG-rated house parties, nerd-dunking, “That’s my boy” winking, and vapid teen romance.
“I’m sorry. I’d love to be of assistance to you, but I’m afraid I speak no English.”
You’ve gotta love the type of show that can name their sketches “Power of My Cock,” “Fat Hitch-hiker,” and “Stinky Pink.”
Tour of Duty is the perfect souvenir item for any Kids in the Hall fan too cool for the T-shirt.